THANKS TO OMNISCIENCE FOR THE TIP.

The rotten and tall body of the owner of the leather gloves suddenly tore through the darkness!

The tattered burqa was blown up by the cold wind when the door was opened, and the white skeleton was exposed in the holes like fishnets! The cheekbones of the highly decayed face are exposed, and only sporadic flesh hangs on the cheeks!

Skeleton Demon!

No matter how much horror movies you watch, you don't have the huge impact on Wu Chen at this moment!

"The undead are unleashing a dark energy field! Judged to be hostile and irreconcilable! Fight, fight! TT40 issued an urgent warning.

After cutting his face in the wind, Wu Chen squatted suddenly, and the cold iron sword cut against his scalp, twisting up the broken hair all over the sky!

Before he could react, a long riding boot slammed into his lower abdomen.

"Wow-" Wu Chen spurted blood, flew upside down against the wall, fell down again, and sat on the bed.

I couldn't support my legs, so I had to roll around. The sparks around him burst out, and the skeleton demon pierced the stone crevice with a sword. The sheets had no way to borrow, Wu Chen's soles slipped, and he fled in embarrassment.

The sword was too strong, and it went into the crack so deep that the skeleton demon dragged it hard, but couldn't pull it out.

Wu Chen's trance-like gaze had just flickered back, and the back of the skeleton that was struggling to draw his sword with his hands and feet suddenly filled his eyes.

"Fight!" Wu Chen knew very well that the strength of the sword and kick just now was by no means like its light white skeleton!

"The dark energy field can create negative pressure, which is equivalent to anti-gravity, in other words, the sword has almost no weight in his hand." The communication between TT40 and Wu Chen is always completed in an instant, and the sound is still in the ears. Wu Chen had already hit it hard.

Boom!

It was as if it had been hit by a meteorite. The skeletons are torn apart. Reduced to bones.

Crushing the skeleton soldier, Wu Chen smashed his head against the wall again, breaking up a large piece of rubble.

The dungeon is obviously stronger than the skeleton, but fortunately it hasn't collapsed. After shaking for a few moments and gradually calming down, Wu Chen breathed a sigh of relief. I am afraid that the spiritual power released by myself will tear apart the spiritual world of the ignitee.

"The hosts! The dark energy field is not gone, they are still reuniting! ”

Something was thumping against his toes. Wu Chen looked down, and the broken bones on the ground were jumping like electricity. Run to the skull with scarlet eyes flashing!

"So you're hiding here!" With his backhand, he pulled out the iron sword that was loosened by him on the wall, and Wu Chen strode over the bouncing broken bones and slashed hard!

The phosphorus fire crumbled, and the skull was split in half by a sword.

The dark energy that had lost its restraint gushed out, whistling and rolling up a whirlwind, instantly submerging Wu Chen.

"Warning! Dark energy invaded, activated the defense mechanism, and began to counterattack...... "The invisible battle was fiercely staged at the spiritual level, and the dark energy that wanted to devour Wu Chen was quickly swallowed by Wu Chen's powerful demigod spiritual force field.

"Inactivation complete. Antibodies are generated. The announcement of the TT40 died down along with the wind, and a new piece of information immediately appeared before my eyes.

"Dark Plasma": A dark energy pathogen with a certain degree of infectivity.

“TT40。 Can I defend myself against dark matter? ”

"Yes, the master has generated 'psychoantibodies'. As long as it is similar to this dark energy, it can be resisted. ”

Wu Chen nodded happily, "Not bad." ”

"And that's not all." Before TT40's voice fell, Wu Chen's hand was light, and the heavy iron sword actually lost its weight.

"Anti-gravity field." Wu Chen brandished the iron sword, feeling the surprises that the TT40 brought him again and again.

"To be precise, it should be called the reverse spirit field."

"There are still fragments of memory." devoured the skeleton soldier's dark energy field, and his broken memories were also sorted out by TT40 and directly stuffed into Wu Chen's mind.

The lackluster memories are all related to this castle.

Most of it is about Avella, the mistress of the castle. And the perspectives are extremely obscene. Apparently, the skeleton soldier was hired by Avella during his lifetime, and his daily job was to play the role of a dungeon guard. When bad luck struck, he was unfortunately reduced to the canine tooth of the Immortal Queen.

The last memory is the bloody execution scene. He was tied to a torture rack, and several faceless figures were tormenting him in different ways, whipping him.

Maybe that's why he threw himself into the darkness.

Wu Chen even gained a few long sword moves. After all, to be picked by Avella, in addition to 'looking like' a dungeon guard, he has indeed practiced Western swordsmanship.

"He's definitely not the only dungeon guard. Let's go, we're going to finish exploring. "Successfully killed the skeleton demon, so that Wu Chen gained enough confidence. Speaking of which, in the face of the skeleton demon, there are too many familiar scenes in Wu Chen's memory.

No matter how terrifying the skeleton is, at least he knows that he has the ability to kill it (don't forget, Lao Tzu stabbed the Emperor of the Universe to death!). ）。

Holding the cold iron sword eroded by dark energy, Wu Chen walked out of the cell on guard.

Next, he does a good job of revealing the meaning of exploration. All rooms, but if you can get in, you are bound to turn upside down. The locked cell door was also opened one by one with the key that Avira threw at him, and the items marked by the TT40 were scattered and filled with the backpack he had given him when he arrived.

The collection is weird. Twigs, insect eggs, scorpions, centipedes, spiders, beetles, and even a giant spider web!

No way, who told the TT40 to feel the energy fluctuations in them.

When he swung his sword to cut off the last skeleton guard, the dark energy was absorbed by TT40, and Wu Chen also harvested the sixth sword move. As a demigod-level spiritual powerhouse, Wu Chen can even freeze these pictures and play them back frame by frame, absorbing the essence of swordsmanship.

And what he needs to do is to keep dancing the long sword, deepen the memory of the 'muscles', accumulate proficiency, and narrow the gap between body and consciousness as much as possible.

"This is the last door." Without waiting for Wu Chen to stretch out his hand, the heavy iron door had been pushed open with one hand. The skeleton demon blocking the entrance is significantly taller and wears a different red robe than the other guards.

"Sword of the Guard." Wu Chen gently read the inscription on the Seiko long sword that gradually lit up. and, a golden key around his neck.

"Hehehe......" The highly rotten throat could still make a sound, and Wu Chen became more and more solemn.

The skeleton guard held the sword in both hands, slowly pressed the hilt below his waist, the sword body was slightly inclined upward, and the tip of the sword shook Wu Chen's throat. The classic plough position gesture is performed.

"The Richard Nalgu School, Macbeth."

"It's a swordsman." As soon as he made a move, the TT40 knew that he had run into an expert: "Watch out for his left-handed sword!" ”

The Plough Position gesture serves to defend against enemy attacks on the torso, and can be countered with a swift bottom-up thrust. It is especially suitable for duels in confined spaces.

Shaking the hilt of the sword, Wu Chen gritted his teeth and rushed forward.

The cold iron sword stabbed straight out and went straight to the middle.

Macbeth's eyes suddenly lit up, and he lunged back! I saw the long sword grazing with a flash of fire, squeezing away the iron sword, and heading straight for Wu Chen's throat!

At the critical moment, Wu Chen suddenly turned his wrist, and the sword in his hand turned into an iron-wire snake, clinging to the long sword, and followed by a shock, causing the long sword to deviate from the route.

The blade of the sword brushed past its face, and the icy cold air immediately stirred up a layer of goosebumps.

Surrender to death!

"Wow, crossfire." Macbeth couldn't help but exclaim, the enemy's strength was obviously beyond expectations.

Blocking the long sword, Wu Chen twisted his body and rushed forward, and the cold iron sword took advantage of the trend! Macbeth pulled his arms back and crossed his sword on his chest, blocking Wu Chen's heavy blow.

Bite! With a violent sound, the giant force counterattacked, his arms shook uncontrollably, and Wu Chen staggered back.

Macbeth did not pursue, but retracted his posture, his hands raised in front of his forehead, the long sword stretched straight forward, the blade parallel to the ground, and made a bull position gesture. The Bull Stance gesture defends against top-down slashes and quickly counters with thrusts. With Macbeth's tall body, it gave Wu Chen, who was already at a disadvantage, a great coercion.

"Again." Macbeth stood still, and gently tapped the tip of the blade condescendingly.

Wu Chen was shorter than him, and unless he jumped up, it was impossible to split off his head. With this gesture, Macbeth's intention was more to take advantage of the distance established by his arms and long sword to preemptively hit the stab. Moreover, the longsword raised in the air also completely nullifies the combat used in the grappling.

This is not difficult to understand, even the opponent's sword can't be touched, and there is no talk of fighting.

"Master, do you need me to remind you, can you use the Spirit Pulse?" TT40 kind tips.

"TT40, this is a sword duel. Look at his hanging, if you don't beat him out, I'd rather lick Imelda's ass! "The courage honed by multiple plot worlds finally exploded at this moment. Fearless of the sharp blade that stabbed his throat from afar, Wu Chen rushed with his sword and crashed into the enemy!

"Huh?" Staring at the iron sword that Wu Chen had been erecting on his chest, Macbeth's tone revealed solemnity for the first time. The erected long sword condensed but did not emit, and Macbeth, who launched a fearless charge with his master, immersed in the way of the sword, and received the gift of darkness, clearly felt the transformation of Wu Chen's aura.

Seeing that he was about to crash into his arms, Macbeth finally made a move!

The long sword hangs high, piercing through the air!

The light that spread all over the sword body couldn't keep up with the speed of the sword, and dragged into a bunch of long tails, illuminating Macbeth's miserable white cheeks!

Facing the sharp blade, Wu Chen shook his arm, and the two swords intersected horizontally and vertically in mid-air, and the sharp blades cut each other, causing sparks to spread all over the sky!

Macbeth's long sword was obviously well-made, and Wu Chen's iron sword broke first. Macbeth turned over his hand and pressed, and the sharp blade slashed under the neck! At the critical moment, Wu Chen twisted his waist vigorously, and his body made a spinning top and suddenly spun out! Following the trend of the blade, his neck slipped along the blade like hob meat, and crashed into Macbeth's arms first!

One inch short and one inch risk.

The iron sword, which was cut off in half, was used as a dagger, and it was stabbed violently!

And Macbeth, who holds a long sword, can only fight back with the hilt of the sword!

Losing the distance advantage, the longsword became a burden for him. Wu Chen didn't put his own spiritual move, but just blindly stabbed with the short sword in his hand.

Macbeth swung the hilt of his sword, backing as he could. Finally pulled away by him and kicked out!

Wu Chen faced the iron boots, flew up, and pierced his chest with a broken sword!

Bang -

There was almost no suspense, and Wu Chen was kicked away. Macbeth, on the other hand, stiffened and stared at his chest in a daze.

I saw that the left chest, which was supposed to be beating the heart, was pierced by a broken sword, stuck between the front and back ribs, and only the hilt of the sword was exposed.

"You're dead." Wu Chen swallowed the bloody saliva, gritted his teeth and stood up. (To be continued.) )